Champain lyrics
by YG Teck
Yeah
This for all my young n*ggas across
The world man I pray your muhf*ckin'
Pain turn into champagne you dign?
No more struggling, yeah
You know we ain't doing no more
Crying only celebrating
We just popping bottles and buying
Ice now yeah
I pray yo pain turn into champagne
Young n*gga
I pray you rise above madness beat
The game young n*gga
Cop the presidential Rolie with the
Chain young n*gga
Stand tall, grab ya nuts and let 'em
Hang young n*gga
I'm quick to stack my cash before I
Make it rain young n*gga
I wanted fly sh*t and money and
Everything come wit it
f*ck sitting round starving, naw that
Ain't gone get it
I try teach n*ggas the game but they
Ain't wan' listen
I got a real hustling problem and a
Keep going vision
Got to standing on money put my
Feet on business
I blow a dime every time at least a
Nickle in fabric
Day and date prezi watches when
You get through the madness
I rather hustle right now Ion wanna
Look at a club
You wan' ball like this or you looking
For love
Three quarter Rick jacket getting
Drippier now
A real rich street n*gga, ain't no
Sitting me down
Membership so you blessed if you
Get to be round
It been this way for a few summers
Every time I get a hunnit get a new
Number
They ain't want us do numbers
I pray yo pain turn into champagne
Young n*gga
I pray you rise above madness beat
The game young n*gga
Cop the presidential Rolie with the
Chain young n*gga
Stand tall, grab ya nuts and let 'em
Hang young n*gga
I'm quick to stack my cash before I
Make it rain young n*gga
I wanted fly sh*t and money and
Everything come wit it
f*ck sitting round starving, naw that
Ain't gone get it
I try teach n*ggas the game but they
Ain't wan' listen
Ghetto, I try teach n*ggas the game
They ain't wanna adapt
They rather ride around in stolies
With a strap on they lap
I'm rocking presidential Rollies with
The crocodile strap
Custom Goyard duffle bag, I'm sitting
First class
Tell 'em 40 for a show or tell 'em
Switch the benue
Platinum watch went in value cuz
It's discontinued
f*ck some clothes I'm buying pieces
For the wall now
I can't post this on the gram might
Get us all hot
It's embarrassing what I paid for this
Chain might make yo jaws drop
Walked her in the crib, she seen the
Balcony and her drawers dropped
What a feeling when you can afford
Your favorite cars now
DJs say my name when I'm in bars
Now (Ghetto)
You wasn't on the bus with me you
Can't ride a jet
Gimme what you got now I'm coming
Back for the rest
Three karat solitaires on each side of
My neck
It don't matter where we going b*tch I
Gotta be fresh
I pray yo pain turn into champagne
Young n*gga
I pray you rise above madness beat
The game young n*gga
Cop the presidential Rolie with the
Chain young n*gga
Stand tall, grab ya nuts and let 'em
Hang young n*gga
I'm quick to stack my cash before I
Make it rain young n*gga
I wanted fly sh*t and money and
Everything come wit it
f*ck sitting round starving, naw that
Ain't gone get it
I try teach n*ggas the game but they
Ain't wan' listen